Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Pressure

All the people who care for me
Telling me who to be
Taking over reality
Please can I just be free

All the hard work I despise
Just for one prize
A letter for my grade
I think I'm going insane.

do your very best, 
To beat the rest
To ace that test 
No time for rest. 

I'm tired of those words
That make me go absurd
And I will be heard 
When your opinions will be demurred

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